Alexandra stood looking over the banister, watching the many towns people make their way through the front door then steered into the ballroom. While balls were great ways to get away with behaviours father wouldn’t approve of, Alex still hated them. So it only seemed fitting that her stepmother would convince Papa to hold it here. No doubt it was the women’s ploy to show of her wealth to those less fortunate.

With a deep sigh, Alex finally came down the polished stairs and into the ballroom herself followed by her chaperone. Her eyes tracked the people around her as the lovely floors and walls soon became hidden. It was going to be a rather long night it seemed. With a quick look behind her, she slipped into the crowed in hopes to lose the woman following her.